Challenge

At one time I defined myself by my occupation. I spent 80% of my life in this space. Ten years I dedicated to my company and I was quite successful.

All that exists of this huge chunk of my life are some photos and stolen office supplies. The building was sold and the group I worked with were laid off long ago (including me when I volunteered).

In many ways it was difficult for me to redefine myself once my career identity was removed. The rewards of my new "job" are very different. I can no longer measure my progress by my bank account, promotions or awards of recognition.

Me: A 50 year old frustrated genius living in the 'burbs. Life: SAHM with 2 sons and a great husband. Health: Endometriosis, Spinal Arthritis, Fat, Anemic, Prone to Depression. Other: Adopted, Old School Geek, SF fangirl, Photography Hobbiest.
Not flesh of my flesh, Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart - but in it.
--- Fleur Conkling Heylinger